THE WORLD'S GONNA END… AGAIN
A/N: This is a bit of a silly fic that I recently felt like updating, thanks to a reviewer (Qtrepe.) It's been two years since I've written anything new on this. This story is set a few years after the whole Ultimecia thing and the 'gang' have split up and gone their separate ways. Sooo anyway, what I'm gonna do is extend the chapters and hopefully add some new ones. Hope you enjoy ;-)
By the way, I don't own any of the FF8 people - they all belong to Squaresoft (but you knew that already. yawn)
AN INSTRUCTOR'S DILEMMA
Our story begins with Quistis Trepe. Still an instructor, still living at the Garden, Quistis was the only one of her friends who hadn't made it into the big wide world. Her days were mostly spent teaching her students, going through copious amounts of paperwork and getting hit on by students (although some might argue that the years had not been kind to her and her looks were starting to fade.) Therefore, Quistis prized her career above all and was willing to do anything to become a success (yes, anything!) Little did she know that the moment she had been waiting for, the key point in her career was just around the corner. It was a miserable, rainy day when Headmaster Cid Kramer called Quistis into his office…
Quistis sat before Cid, her clipboard poised for attention.
"Sir? You called for me?"
"Yes my dear. I have a proposition for you." Cid grinned, "it's very important and I can't afford any fuck ups like last time."
"But Sir, it wasn't my fault those students got eaten by a Behemoth."
"No, not that incident, although I quite agree, it was most unfortunate. No I mean the other time…"
"Ohhh, you mean with the Ochu and the cutting shears?"
"Yeah that's the one."
"We thought the Ochu was a plant… well I know it technically could be a plant… but we thought it was a real plant as opposed to a very pissed off monster."
"Quistis, those students were blinded for months after. Anyway, let's not bring this up again, it's just a good job it didn't go to trial. I've actually called you in here to give you an order. It's a very special order and we can't afford for it to be taken lightly."
"Oh yeah?" Quistis raised her eyebrow.
"Indeed. So, as you may know, Ultimecia is on the loose again and I'll be damned if we let her win. Pesky little sorceress. Well, anyhow, Xu and the other Instructors are busy trying to calm down the riots in Timber so you're my last hope. I would like you to get your old team together again and sort Ultimecia out, like you did before. Lay a bit of a smackdown into her. You know, that sorta thing. Just get rid of her."
"My old team?" Quistis looked puzzled.
"You know, the gang, your chums, your pals - Squall, Selphie, Zell and those others." Cid frowned, maybe this wasn't such a great idea, he should've called Squall in instead.
"Ohhh! Yeah but they've moved away and have new lives, why, may I ask is it necessary for them to fight for the Garden again?"
"Well d'uh. Geez, Quisty, you just cant get the staff these days can you? We need you to go and find them as there would be no point in this fan fic if you didn't –It would hardly be a final fantasy 8 fan fic with no final fantasy 8 characters! Plus everyone loves a good reunion once in a while."
"Hey I'm in this fic, why do you need the others!" Quistis protested.
"Yeah. but you suck. I'm sorry but to be brutally honest you're not the highest in the opinion polls are you?"
"Failed as an instructor. failed as a decent final fantasy 8 character sniff" Quistis sobbed to herself.
"Ah will ya just get over it? Life's a bitch," Cid said matter-of-factly, "now go and do your job. I want those guys here ASAP"
Quistis gave an uncertain salute and left the office. Just how was she supposed to find everybody again. Still, it would be nice to catch up on old times…
Quistis used her computer station to locate the files of her old friends. The first name that she brought up was IRVINE KINNEAS. Quistis smiled to herself, it shouldn't be too hard to find him. As long as she followed the mob of screaming teenage girls then she would be fine.
She tried his personal contact number but was left with his answering machine.
'Hey baby. this is Irvine. I'm not in right now so if you leave your name, number and bra size then I'll get right back to you. Unless you're a guy. in which case I don't wanna know dude.'
"Damn it" Quistis cursed. She slammed the phone down and dialled his second contact number.
"Hello, Irvine Kinneas' phone, can I help you?" a female voice answered.
"Um, is Irvine there please?"
"Irvine is busy filming, how did you get this number?"
"Erm –" Quistis began.
"- anyway, just for loyal fans like yourself, Irvine will be signing autographs outside Deiling City Cinema tomorrow evening. Please don't call on this number again, Irvine is a very busy man. Goodbye."
Quistis slowly put the phone down. Filming? Since when did Irvine do filming? Strange. Quistis then glanced down at her newspaper, the 'Balamb Times' to find the Deiling City Cinema listing. There, almost taking up half of the page was Irvine's face. Quistis grinned, yes it was definitely Irvine; all dressed up in his cowboy gear with two beautiful women draped across him. With a growing interest Quistis skimmed through the article.
""Star of 'GALBADIA COWBOY' 'strikes again - Irvine Kinneas, the lead in successful movies including 'Galbadia Cowboy', 'Galbadia Cowboy 2: Riding back into town' and Galbadia Cowboy 3: Wanna see my big gun' is back! And this time with a brand new film entitled 'Casanova Cowboy' - playing for the first time tonight at Deiling City Cinema. If you haven't bought your tickets fast I suggest you get down there now girls cos this one's HOT!'""
Quistis giggled. So Irvine was a film star? How come she didn't know this before? So that's what he's been up to all this time… and er, interesting films they seemed to. Although she was a tad miffed that he hadn't had the decency to give her some of his earnings from his new found stardom; the pay at the Garden was atrocious. Quistis closed the paper and decided that Deiling City would be her first destination. However, before she set off she made sure that she was fully armed - those teenage girls were damn vicious.
And so Quistis Trepe, Goddess of the Garden began her journey. Will she be able to get a glimpse of the infamous Irvine at the signing or will she be crushed by the thousands of adoring fans? Read the next chapter for more fun and frolics.
EN: So what did ya think? Let me know. I know it's er, rather silly but hey it can only get better right? RIGHT? Lol please review. Cheers
